Darkness.
I could see nothing, I just continued holding on to Jackson's cold, dead body. I could not let go, not yet.
I didn't care I couldn't see. I was too broken and too scared.
I cried and cried the whole night, lying perhaps right in the pool of his blood, that had already dried down and turned brown.
I was so cold, my shirt was torn and dirty, still covering the bulletwound on his neck.
I couldn't take it off, I wanted the wound to stay hidden, to never, never ever be seen by anyone.
I was slowly falling unconcious from the shock, coldness and tiredness. I was indeed dead tired, all I wanted to do was to fall asleep and never wake up.
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The next thing I remember is a bright, white light.
Must be heaven, I thought.
I was snapped into cruel reality when I opened my eyes. I was not in heaven, I was still lying on the cold ground, except... Jackson was not lying next to me. In fact, this was not the alley we were in. This was a street.
The light was coming from a car, it's lights were facing me, so bright I thought I'd go blind.
My head was so light and I couldn't hear anything over the static noise that rung in my ears. A few men jumped out of the car and grabbed me by my shoulders, helping me stand up.
They talked to me, only I heard muffled questions and the sound of blood rushing in my ears made me dizzy.
They carefully walked me into the car that turmed out to be an ambulance. Odd, I thought. I wasn't the one hurt. Jackson was.
And now my eyes widened and I tried to turn around and scream for my Jackson, but the men's grip on me was too strong.
"No.." I croacked, helplessly trying to get free, but they seemed to not even react. They carefully stuffed me into the ambulance.
A pretty young paramedic tried to speak to me, and as I opened my mouth to tell her I couldn't hear her, everything went black.
I'll see you soon, Jackson.
